"Freakshow [Freak] Freakshow, We Can Give 'Em A-"
Why anyone would put on the façade that they were straight, is beyond me. Being straight is boring. Straight men are all the same. Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to have sex with them. You have a long-term relationship with 100 men, who all think and look the same. It’s the perfect relationship. Who would want to pretend that they were boring, anyways? Gay men have something naturally, that the rest of the world has to earn: a ferocity.
Lets be honest here. A woman has to act, look, dress, and be the part. Gay men watch “To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything,” throw on an otherwise tacky boa, and suddenly Tyra Banks screams about how fierce they are. I personally think that it takes a certain finesse to be fierce. You have to dedicate yourself to exuding ferocity. It’s no part-time job. The minute you put yourself out there, people are going to rag on you, talk shit, and basically try to tear you down the best they can: your friends, your foes, and everyone in between. Prepare for the storm, because it can get cold. However, it also can result in a shower of compliments, and rainstorm of men. It’s a love/hate situation.
I was at Club Vinyl recently with my favorite gay Jeff, and when I got home, this sorry excuse of a homosexual named “Bailey Dolce” posted a bulletin on myspace, explaining how he saw me at the club, trash talked me, and said that I should go home and wash my face. In reality, I had never even met this child, nor did he come up to me. My friends think he was jealous of my flawless complexion, and felt he needed to distract from his poor use of Cover Girl foundation, by dissing on my flawless M.A.C. face.
On the other hand, Denver Underground took my photo (more than a few times), I became friends with the door girl Kellie (who upon meeting Jeff and I, immediately put us on the VIP List), met a really cool group of guys and girls, and danced the night away to a killer DJ, with my favorite boy.
You have to learn to take the good with the bad. As Samantha (Kim Cattrall) says on ‘Sex and the City’, “ They way to measure the quality of your life, is at the end of the day when you look in the mirror, are you smiling or frowning?”
After I washed my face, pulled my hair back, and settled into bed, I whispered to Jeff goodnight. He whispered goodnight back, I hugged him, and turned away.
I was smiling.
It takes a certain kind of person to be able to block out the bad, and focus on the good. Frankly, my world can come crashing down, but if I can manage an honest smile at the end of the day, I know everything will be okay. However, if I can’t manage that smile, I can at least have a flawless face to camouflage it.
Matty B.
